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Everything's Jake at Forty-Two

Everything’s Jake at forty-two

You still stand to pee, you still sit to poo

You may need specs

Like old Magoo

But what the heck’s a blurry view?

Fuck the view!

Everything’s Jake at forty-two.

Sure, there are things that you

Will never do

And true: you have been screwed

Still -- Everything’s Jake at forty-two!

Don’t come unglued.

So you find

You’re a step behind

The steps you meants to takes

And your mind

Possessed, rewinds

The aches in your mistakes

Don’t fuck a duck for heaven’s sakes --

Everything’s Jakes!


Just bust a move

On that ghost of who

You ain’t no more at forty-two.


See: Forty-two’s a double-take

A twenty-one-times-two+one


At the grave of yer youth.


Superduperman emerges

From his battered coffin-booth

Full of oogly-googly urges

Tho’ longer in the tooth

Flights of fancy

Are still fair

Tho’ far less chancy

In a chair

-- M-m-morning wood gets rare

But now & then – a one-eyed stare

Still greets you when you wake

Like a lighthouse on a lake

Everything’s Jake!

A good long piss

Is still such bliss

& nothing yet displaces

The joyful hiss you’ve got

At five full paces

from the pot.

So you aren’t famous yet?

And your ass ain’t worth a bet?

It’s too late now to get upset

The best revenge is to die in debt!

So your thoughts are mostly twaddle?

And you never fucked a super model?

And all your friends have kids to coddle?

At least you’re not weaned from the bottle!

Disabled –So? Ain’t you still walking?

And I gotta dollar says that when yer talking

You don’t look or sound like Stephen Hawkin

Here’s your cake & here’s your stew

For one whose wings got knocked askew

When o’er cuckoo’s nest he flew

F-f-fuck the fucking fucker’s who

don’t know Alf from Scoobie Doo,

Tippecanoe & Tyler too

Or Superfly from Bitches Brew

& think Buckley is a kind of shoe

Everything’s jake

At forty-two

Everything’s jake

At forty-two

Everything – I mean


’s Jake

At forty-two!

At forty-two!


– Franklin Crawford, poet laureate of tinytowntimes.com

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